The worst journey I have ever had was two years ago in summer, when
I 'spend' SPENT MY holidays in 'A small village in my mother's house' (cos tu nie tsak...czy myslalas...in my mother's house in a small village?). 'Me and my' (nie, zrob to My friend and I) 'friend' decided to 'rode' RIDE to Ślęża Mountain by bikes.
THE weather was pretty good that day. We were 'traveling' (moze lepiej 'riding') for two hours and when we came to the mountain, I was tired. We 'were' (niepotr) started to 'climbing' CLIMB on mountain with our bikes, and after AN hour, we were 'on' (lepiej AT the top. We 'were' (to 'were' jest niepotr. bo czasownik jest w czasie przeszlym) watched the landscape and we found our village. 'Something' (nie, nie tak..This was perhaps about 3 p.m., we were 'rode' RIDING downhill and back home and that was the time when the nightmare began. THE sun was hidden behind clouds, THE rain startED raining and THE wind was blowing in our faces all the time. I was completely exhausted and we had got a long way TO GO YET 'home' (niepotr). When I came back, I was totally soaked and chilled and I 'have' (niepotr) had a 'could' COLD for about A week. That was last time, when I decided to 'went' GO on A long trip without checkING up ON the weather.